When she discovered that Bai Jile was acting strangely, Nangong Xier immediately warned the other two: "Be careful! He has already..."
"Senior sister." Xie Yuling took a hard slap from Bai Ji Le and slid out three feet away. His feet sank into the soil and created a long ravine. "No need to remind me. I am very happy with this scene of being beaten."
familiar."
Feng Zuojun swung his sword towards Bai Ji Le, but was also knocked away by Bai Ji Le's palm. He turned over in the air and stopped his attack: "Yes, it was the first time that the two of us joined forces.
So beaten by Su Baiyi."
Nangong Xi'er stabbed Bai Jile with a sword, but Bai Jile blocked it with a palm. Nangong Xi'er saw that she could not penetrate the true energy of Bai Jile's palm, so she wanted to withdraw the sword, but found that the sword of her beloved had been blocked by Bai Jile.
Ji Le was sucked in, and she looked at Bai Ji Le: "Why are you like this?"
Bai Jile raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and there was a trace of evil in his eyes: "Because I'm from that island too!" After saying that, he flicked his hand and threw the Beloved Sword out of Nangong Xi'er's hand, and at the same time pointed it at Nangong Xi.
Nangong Xi'er stretched out a claw, trying to grab her throat. But at this moment, Nangong Xi'er leaned back slightly, and two masks, black and white, flew out of her arms, which unexpectedly hit Bai Jile directly.
Nangong Xi'er took the opportunity to swipe at Xie Yuling's chest and retrieved the Beloved Sword. Then it landed next to Xie Yuling, and the two masks, one black and one white, quickly flew back into her arms.
"Isn't this something that Priest Xue used to do tricks? Senior sister, how could you learn it?" Feng Zuojun also rushed over.
"I'm afraid that I won't have food to eat when I travel around the world in the future, so I have to learn a craft." Nangong Xi'er was too lazy to talk nonsense with Feng Zuojun and said casually. Then she whispered, "Xie Yuling, the two of us will suppress him with our internal strength, and then Feng Zuojun will
You take advantage of us to suppress him."
"Okay." Xie Yuling nodded in response, and then walked away with a sword towards Bai Ji Le, but his fan was one step faster than his sword, but Bai Ji Le stretched out his hand and directly grasped Fusu's fan.
There is no doubt that holding the Fusu Fan directly, although it is very powerful, is definitely the stupidest approach. Bai Jile would never choose this step in the past, but in his current state, his moves are no longer so
It's weird and gorgeous, but it's open and closed, direct, but domineering!
Xie Yuling's sword also attacked at this time. Bai Jile swung the Fusu fan and suppressed Xie Yuling's sword. However, Xie Yuling immediately withdrew his sword and hit Bai Jile's chest with a palm.
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Under the two people's feet, a lotus flower slowly unfolded.
"Even if the three flowers gather together, they can't compete with me in terms of internal strength." Bai Jile sneered, hitting Xie Yuling with a palm, and the two palms collided.
Wandering around like crazy, this was the first time since he practiced the three-flower gathering technique.
"Then what about me?" Nangong Xi'er appeared behind Bai Jile and hit him on the back.
Bai Jile sneered: "Should you compete with me on what internal strength means?"
Nangong Xi'er curled her lips: "Of course I know that I have been drained of my inner strength many times by this Kung Fu, but over the years, my master told me a story. In this story, there is an internal Kung Fu that cannot be absorbed.
What your martial arts absorbed is the Wan Dao Heart Sect! Because the Ye family in the west has always been the biggest nemesis of the Lu family in the south!" After saying this, Nangong Xi'er boosted her true energy to the extreme, and in an instant
, Bai Jile's face turned pale.
"Three flowers gathered at the top cannot be regarded as internal force in the first place. Its power comes from Tao, or it can be said to be nature." Xie Yuling also stretched out his palm to push forward.
"Master!" Bai He wanted to move forward to stop him, but Bai Long grabbed his sleeve tightly.
"First seat?" Wen Xi whispered.
Wen Xie, who was still missing, said quietly: "If Bai Ji Le is defeated, he will go down the mountain immediately."
"Hahahahaha." Bai Jile laughed loudly, "I didn't expect that the battle to attack the mountain would end like this."
"Take action, Mr. Feng Zuo!" Nangong Xi'er shouted.
"Here comes the Tyrant Sword: Heaven-Slaying Style!" Feng Zuojun jumped into the air and swung the long knife in his hand towards Bai Ji Le. But just when Feng Zuo Jun's long knife was about to land on Bai Ji Le's head,
Something suddenly caught the blade.
The thing is very small and detailed. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it clearly.
And the things that connect things are even more transparent and invisible.
It was a fishhook, connected to a fishing line.
It's just a fishhook. It's certainly not worth mentioning in front of the Tyrant Sword. It can be turned into powder with just a light chop.
But the fishhook hooked the Ba Dao, and then the fishing line pulled back and directly hooked the Xueluo Dao that Feng Zuojun was holding tightly.
"Who is it!" Feng Zuojun landed, the long knife in his hand was gone, and he raised his head suddenly.
I saw a person landing on the big tree next to him, and reached out to take Feng Zuojun's long knife. His words were full of ridicule: "Isn't it the boy named Mo Wen who used this knife technique back then? After all these years,
In the past, this sword technique still looks so stupid."
Feng Zuojun looked carefully and saw that the man was dressed in white, holding his long knife in his left hand and a fishing rod in his right hand, carrying it on his shoulder. He looked to be in his early twenties, with a handsome face, white skin and eyes.
There is an evil spirit in it.
"I didn't expect that the Ye family in the Western Region still has a descendant, Bai Ji Le. It seems that all your plans on this continent have failed over the years." Another person fell on the tree. His appearance was the same as that just now.
He was the same person, but his eyes were more indifferent, and he seemed to have no interest in everything he saw in front of him. There was no fishing rod in his hand, but something similar to a fishing net hung around his waist.
"Who are you?" Feng Zuojun asked.
"Boy, are you asking who the two of us are?" The man holding the fishing rod sneered, "Have you ever thought about whether you have this qualification? Many people asked me my name back then, but they were all confused by my name.
The hook went through the heart."
Bai Jile said in a deep voice: "You are too impatient."
"Are you anxious?" The man holding the fishing rod lowered his head and looked, "If we don't come here, you will die here. You, a pariah with the surname Bai, have the nerve to show off the Immortal Book that you have cultivated to make people look embarrassed?"
"Mo Duoyan. Bai Jile, which body does the Lord want? We will take it away right now." The other person glanced around the crowd and frowned slightly.
"He's not here." Bai Jile replied coldly.
"So, how can we get him here?" the man asked calmly.
"I know." The man holding the fishing rod smiled, "Kill them all, and the man will come naturally."